Page 55 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
I close my eyes and let myself relieve that kiss in the kitchen. His lips…his tongue…the firmness of his body…how he looked at me with fire in his eyes, like there was nothing and no one in this world that he wanted more…
That unmistakable hardness pressed against me as he kissed me…
That ache between my legs turns to fire. I swirl my fingers faster and faster. My jaw drops as I let out a whimpered moan and I immediately cover my mouth with my free hand. How mortifying would this be if someone overheard me?
Behind the darkness of my eyelids, I imagine Theo’s hand instead of mine, those massive thick fingers working me until I’m shaking and breathless and begging for release.
I picture that annoyingly handsome smirk as he looms over me. He leans his mouth to my ear.
“You failed so fucking hard at trying not to think of me, didn’t you, baby?” he growls. The cocky bastard.
I nod anyway because imaginary Theo is right.
He scrapes his teeth softly against the shell of my ear. “Good. I wanted you to.”
I slide my fingers inside of myself and press my palm against my clit. The heat in my pussy turns to delicious, delicious fire. I’m on the verge of bursting.
“I’m the only one on your mind, Maya. I’m the only one who makes you feel this good. I’m the only one who can make you come this fast, this hard.”
This imagined dirty talk pushes me over the edge. I explode, grateful for the support of the door behind me as I shake and tremble. Pleasure pulses through me like unstoppable shockwaves. Even though I’m covering my mouth with my free hand, a few breathy yelps escape.
When I start to come down, I’m shaking. Every muscle in my body feels like I’ve worked it to the max. I drop my hands at my sides as I struggle to catch my breath.
Holy…whoa. That’s the hardest I’ve ever come by myself in my life. And it happened in a public restroom while I fantasized about a guy I can’t stand.
As I process what I just did, heat flashes across my body yet again, but this time all I feel is shame. Xander doesn’t deserve for me to do this behind his back.
I stumble on wobbly legs to the sink and splash cold water on my cheeks. I can barely look at myself in the mirror, I’m so ashamed.
I dry myself with a paper towel, take a breath, then walk back out to the bar and do what I should have done the minute Xander came to pick me up.
Chapter20
Theo
My arms are throbbing as I push the barbell up from my chest and rack it. Sweat drips down my face as I catch my breath. I sit up on the workout bench and rest my elbows on my knees. My brain is still bogged down with that bullshit I pulled earlier tonight.
What the fuck was I thinking? Did I really think an extra tough workout session would magically erase what I did? That it would stop me from feeling like a massive dipshit?
I roll my eyes at myself before guzzling water from my bottle. And then for the millionth time tonight, I replay what happened between Maya and me before she left for her date with Xander.
When I think about how I kissed her and worked her over with my fingers, my dick starts to stiffen and my balls ache. The way she grabbed and clawed at my chest…the way she whined and begged for me to touch her…the way she thrashed as she came…
She was pissed at me, that was clear as fucking glass. But she was also one thousand percent into it.
But when I threw down the gauntlet, she called my bluff. Hard.
Have fun on your date, Maya
Those words I uttered in the heat of the moment right before I walked off had the opposite effect of what I intended.
For one moment—one fleeting, horny moment—I honestly thought Maya would ditch Xander and choose me. I was half-hard and clearly in some boner daze because I actually thought she’d follow me to my bedroom and have her way with me.
I let out a bitter chuckle. God, I’m a dumbass. I was out of my mind to think that. Because she didn’t follow me. Not even a minute after I walked off, the doorbell rang, I heard hers and Xander’s muffled voices, and then the soft thud of the front door closing shut. She was gone, off on a date with Xander—the guy she actually wants.
I shake my head at myself. What did I think was going to happen? I saw the way Maya was dressed for her date, like a fucking smoke show, her perfect tits spilling out of the top she was wearing. I saw how pissed she was at me for acting all jealous and territorial last night after the game and when we got home and argued about her going out on a date with Xander. She’s right, I had zero right to act that way. Of course she was going to leave me in the dust.
And I was left at the house looking like an assholeandan idiot with my dick in my hand—literally. Despite how embarrassed I was, I still had a painful erection to deal with. So like the hard-up loser I am, I went to my bedroom and cranked one out, then immediately headed for Ingrid’s workout room to burn off the shame and regret coursing through me.
